Earl and I have been home for about and hour and a half. The laundry is tumbling in the washer, the suitcases have been emptied and stored for the next adventure, Earl is catching up on banking and the grass is _really_ out of control. The neighbors must love that.
We drove 6,368 miles.
That means we spent 6,368 miles together in the front seats of a Jeep Wrangler. Two travelers, two best friends, two lovers, two life partners.
It was the adventure of a lifetime.